He's fine! You are not as you didn't make a wish and thus broke the chain. You will have 7 years of bad luck unless you mail out 140 letters to your closest friends telling them to each send $5 dollars to me by midnight. The money will be used to pray for your soul (such as it is) and liquor...

Your wish is granted! You find a comic about a brand new superhero, from a brand new comic company, and it's everything you dreamed of. Issue #1 and everything! However, because the company has no brand recognition, the series peters out after issue #2. The company goes under, taking its IP with it, thus ensuring that you will only ever see those 2 issues--which, by the way, leave all the plots nail-bitingly unresolved. And because it never gained any significant readership, those issues are worthless to collectors.

Granted! The movie is filled with fantastically witty dialogue, clever puns and revolutionary concepts... but its potential is only fully realized in the middle-eastern dub. To everyone else it's even worse than episode one.

Granted, not only you had thought about the best manly nickname for Justin Bieber, but you thought on the best manly nickname EVER! Unfortunattely, you partyed the hole night, woke up with a hangover and had forgotten the nickname you thought last night...

Granted!
You did! However, the event is wiped from your memory, along with everyone else who attended.
While touring the US, a rogue government agent secretly injected them with an experimental chemical cocktail that ended up making the group's members grow to incredible sizes. "The show must go on," their marketing agent said, so they performed regardless of their 12-foot heights. Then, in the middle of the show, the CIA showed up, knocked everyone out with gas, administered an antidote to the band, then, after giving a generous dose of amnesiacs to all attendees, quickly left the scene. Nobody remembered them being really big, but it was recalled that the show was a knock-out hit! (What do you mean, how do I know? You mean YOU don't always bring gas masks to rock concerts?)

I wish that tonight, the kids would bring me candy, rather than me giving it out to them.

Granted!
You don't! Instead, you are plagued by a constant stream of door-to-door salesmen besieging your house, continually plying their 'New-and-improved diet meal bars and sports drink', which taste like rotten avocado burgers and stale urine, respectively. They offer you free samples all night long, so cooking is unnecessary, but the ringing of your doorbell every 74 seconds prevents you from doing anything useful, including sleep.

I wish I could stop my bus from leaving without me when I see it pull away as I approach the bus stop.

You eventually become awesome with various champions, but then they get nerfed. Also, despite the 40/0/20 k/d/a scores you get, people still call you a noob (True story, I kicked the crud out of a team, and they were calling either me or my team and I noobs. I was just fed.)

I wish games didn't have so much grinding... (And actually, now I want to play League of Legends...)